Saturday, August 7, 2010

Death mountain- mountain of death

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Trees. I walk under trees.
The hot sun blazing gently down.
Thirst- my mouth is now dry!
I have a headache-
Sun makes me tired.

In the distance there are wild creatures,
It isn't hardly safe.

Safety in reality,
I search for a cave,

A shelter is better than-
Acquiesce to death!

I hide in a cave, least I cave!
And there you are-

Again my dear-

And we search and we hunt-
You help me live to bear- all!

And more can I bare!

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